A Poem, following my recent post on Ageing Gratefully... Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com My Favourite Things – not Rising each morning at silly o’clock, rousing the children... walk dogs round the block. Crawling through rush hour towards an office, These, in retirement, are things I don’t miss. Each weekday evening, arrive home from work. … Continue reading Least Favourite Things
As we grow older, the experiences of our parents can offer us clues about what to expect, or guard against. Having been adopted as a baby, I will have to wait and see. I have no knowledge of my birth parents. And medical science has moved on since my adoptive parents died. Gran survived breast … Continue reading As I Age; What Next?
Teeth Once, I could tear sticky tape with my teeth and break thread with them when stitching. Today, the front teeth I once applied to tape and thread no longer meet for the purpose. My bottom teeth resemble tumbling tombstones in an abandoned graveyard. Today's orthodontists would probably remove a couple in childhood, but back … Continue reading Tooth and Claw As I Get Older
As I get older, my feet and my fingers are no longer my own It may be that I’m looking for problems, but it seems that I’m more often fumbling a cup or a bowl when I take it from its cupboard. Sometimes I can field it on the way down, but if it's one … Continue reading Feet and Fingers as I Get Older
Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com I've always been bad at recalling names, so at least I know that isn’t age-related. I’m equally bad at recognising faces. I was often in trouble as a teen for cutting people socially who I had previously been introduced to at family events. I recently discovered there is such … Continue reading Memory, as I Get Older
As I get older, time flies faster. Before I retired, I expected that, with no job to occupy my time, the days would dawdle pleasantly. It took a while to realise how fast the months (no, years!) have whizzed past since I stopped working. I should have realised. Didn’t the weekends always fly by faster … Continue reading As I Get Older…
This was written for a different challenge. Not, this time, a poetry challenge as such, but a general writing prompt for Someone I Knew. Someone I Knew I don't get out much now – in fact, I don't get out at all, except for in the garden, with a frame in case I fall. The … Continue reading Future Past